Monday, August 29, 2022

Mt Larcum Qld Saturday 27 August 2022 (375km)

 Mt Larcum Qld Saturday 27 August 2022 (375km)

Another random pick for overnighting. Mt Larcom is tiny with only 300 odd residents. The  town is located in the bend of the Bruce, as its makes its way around a hill, not Mt Larcom, which is in the distance. This might be the oddest park we’ve been in. It has three tiers up the side of the hill. Instead of backing in next to a slab, you sidle in longways next to a narrow slab. We were on the top, third tier and it’s good job the slab in front of us was, and stayed, empty as its a really weird way to park a van. And the toilets are of course right down the bottom on the flat, two sets of dodgy stairs away in the dead of night. Nice to be high up and have a view, even if it is of the might Bruce and the continuous stream of traffic. Each slab, and every cabin, had the $45 table and two chairs from Bunnings. Odd, but a nice touch.


Just in case you wondered, Mt Larcom was named bu Matthew Flinders as he sailed up the coast in 1802. Mt Larcom is also 28km inland from Gladstone and 70km north of Rockhampton.


Mt Larcom, Qld


We filled the car up around the corner at yet another Ampol, which seems to be the only fuel anywhere in Queensland, and visited the pub, which was in the old style but very clean and neat and tidy. We joined a few of the locals for a lemonade before going back to our eerie for the night, bottle of wine in hand.




Lovely bit of sunset light on a random gum tree. Mt Larcom Qld


Sarina Qld Friday 26 August 2022 (225km)

Sarina Qld Friday 26 August 2022 (225km)

Just for the record, the roadworks stared at Bowen and ran for at least 50km, all posted at 60 kph whether they had started any actual work or not.


Sarina was picked out as an overnighter on our way back down the coast, but the town is close enough to Mackay for me to go in and do a Parkrun. I've done this one before and its quite pleasant as it follows the lagoon round and through the Botanical Gardens. Not that you’ve go time to stop and admire, still trying to get back under 40 minutes. Made it in 42 mins flat, so its not so bad. After Parkrun (which starts at 7am in Qld) we normally find ourselves looking for breakfast before we drive back to our van. This time we ended up back in Sarina, the only place open for food was the restaurant at the Motel, which proved to be quite good.


Sarina also has a lovely heritage precinct that includes museum and a Sugar Shed, which is attached to the very much operational sugar mills. They run tours but the afternoon one was booked out and the next morning one is too late for us and our planned journey to Mt Larcom. Might be enough reason to come back here net time.


Sarina Sugar Shed. Sarina Qld


The van park was a bit quirky, starting with us being put out the back, which turned out quite good as it was close to the loos. They also had a range of large animal statues all over the place such as this Rhinocerous...


Rhinocerous. Sarina Qld


We had a spare hour in the afternoon so we took a 20km run out to the beach. What a disappointment. Apart from being slightly better than a mud-flat, its almost total inaccessible due to the houses build right along it. We checked out another beach called Greengrasses, but that was more of the same and that was enough fun for us for the day.


Thursday, August 25, 2022

Bowen Qld Sunday 21 August 2022

Bowen Qld Sunday 21 August 2022 435km

Longish trip today, but each year the Bruce gets a bit more done to it and the drive gets a bit easier. As mentioned on the way up, the section through Townsville is pretty awful despite being a new superhighway, basically top speed 80kmh, lots and lots of traffic, and it lasts for 40km. We had stopped for coffee at Ingham, where as luck would have it, a big long parking spot was available right outside Maccas.


We took a break at Ayr and found a lovely park one street back from the highway. We had sandwiches and cold drinks for lunch and a bit of a rest before heading out on the last leg to Bowen.


The wind had sprung up by now and was pushing me about a bit, which apart from making the drive a lot more demanding, it was using up fuel at an alarming rate. We were down to the 80km warning sign and 60km to go when out of the blue, in the middle of nowhere, a service station popped up. Naturally we pulled in and topped up. Surprise! Cheapest fuel yet since leaving home.


Made it into Bowen, where we are pretty much right on the water, but that wind hasn’t dropped yet. Lets hope it doesn’t persist for the next five days (it did as it turned out, but what can you do?).


The thing about Bowen is that the van park is small and quiet and ‘nice’. The other thing is that apart from the view of the lighthouse from Flagstaff Hill and a bit of  wander along various sandy areas referred to as ‘beaches’, there is not much else here really. Sure it was the base for the Catalina Flying Boats during WWII and there is the remains of the concrete ‘apron’ of the base and a nice memorial, but that’s it I'm afraid. 


The Lighthouse. Bowen Qld


Catalina Flying Boat. Bowen Qld

The highlight for some would appear to be a bi-weekly visit to the ‘K-hub’ a K-mart and an IGA next to each other. (True, would I make this up?) Still, it suits us for a place to stop and relax next to pool or drink coffee or wander around. 




Coral Cove. Bowen Qld


Queens beach, which is out the front of our place but is totally unusable due no doubt to various past cyclones, but I took a walk around the houses and up the next bit and its quite a bit better. Horseshoe bay is the best beach but the wind is howling and the water isn’t that warm and the ocean looks pretty rough. 


Queens Beach. Bowen Qld


We amused ourselves one day by taking a visit to Airlie Beach where they once had the BEST van park in Australia, and to which we haven’t been for a few years. They owners totally st***ed it up by destroying the pool by putting in a monster waterslide park where the grass and loungers used to be and sticking in 10,000 cabins and pushing all the vans out the back, but that’s another story.


We drove past and on into Airlie Beach proper. At first you think, “Oh wow, they have really done the place up”, but after a while you realise that apart from the original daggy hotel which really has been done up, there isn’t that much that has changed. There is one bit of it, near the magnificent pool area that has started to taken on a Noosa Hastings Street look, but half a street away, its the same old Airlie. We had a really nice lunch in some random bar & cafe and took our leave.


Back at Bowen, the highlight of the week is a Classic Car Show at the Front Beach, near the Yacht Club. I have no idea what or how this happened but apart from a few random old cars there was a swarm of Austin Healys. Lovely! 

Austin Healey 100/4. Bowen Qld
Proper dashboard. Healey100/4. Bowen Qld


We ended our time here with takeaway coffee from McD’s and watching the sun start to set over Coral Bay.


Coffee and Sunset. Coral Cove. Bowen Qld

Sunday, August 21, 2022

South Mission Beach Qld Tuesday 16 Aug 2022 140km

 South Mission Beach Qld Tuesday 16 Aug 2022


Back on our own and back on the road. Strolled does to South Mission beach where we lucked into a good spot in the van park. Lots of roadworks between Cairns and Innisfail, but should be really good when they are done.


Had to restock the van after its 10 days stay in the parking-lot and as I forgot to leave the fridge door open, there was a big mouldy mess to clean up as well. Not to worry, all good now and settled into the beach lifestyle.


South Mission Beach Qld


South Mission Beach Qld

Drove up to town, Mission Beach proper, and it seems more deserted than ever. Had a coffee in a place on the corner that has live music rock and roll and blues. The lady assured us that there was an ‘international star’ coming through tomorrow and that we should book. So we did. We’ll see how that pans out!

 

The Blues Bar and Cafe panned out pretty well actually. The lady’s name was Millie Marx and she was a one woman show, in that she played guitar, sang and tripped the light fantastic on her Floor Drum set. One foot banging up and down on the big drum and various hi-hats, the other pumping away at some scratchy noise thing. But that guitar, a six string, she played like a virtuoso: jazz, rock, blues, slide guitar - and all done with so much passion it was a joy to watch and hear. All her own work too, which is usually a warning, but this was good, really good. Last time we had the privilege to see this sort of live music was when Phil Emmanuel jumped on stage at the pub in Airlie Beach and jammed with his mates.


Blues Bar & Cafe. Mission Beach Qld



To top it of, because we booked when we did we had table 2, one back from the stage. And they did table service and ran a tab for food and drinks. We certainly had a good time. It was a bit weird in one respect: everyone else in the place was obviously a local, and most had jumpers and coats on, even if it were 26ÂșC.


A few of the shops at Mission Beach are finally open now that its Thursday and Judy had a chance for some retail therapy. We drank coffee in another place with a French theme and watched the world, as it exists, go by along Mission Beach Road. Two Caravans, a 4x4 and a stray dog. Man, is this place hopping!


After all the excitement of the morning we spend a few hours lounging near the pool, with the occasional dip to keep cool. 


Saturday is Parkrun Day. We got up at 530am and drove down to Cardwell, about 60km. What for? Parkrun and breakfast, of course. Had a nice run along the foreshore and a nice breakfast at Seabreeze even though we were expecting muesli and cereal and fruit and stuff like they had last time (2019. Had to settle for bacon and eggs. Tough life, eh?




Sunrise. Cardwell Qld

Overland Telegraph Station. Cardwell Qld

Back at the van park, we settled for a swim and a bit of a read before heading off to find lunch. Which is at Bingal Bay, just where it has been every other time we’ve been here. This is a bit off the tourist track and again seems to be for the locals, albeit of the semi-hippy kind. I had  hamburger, the bun on which was twice the normal size, and Judy had the entree sized calamari. Both were enormous and now its nanna nap time. 

Friday, August 19, 2022

Cairns Qld Monday 15 August 2022

 Cairns Qld Monday 15 August 2022

Up early, fed and ready to hit the tour at 7am, we all trooped don to the wharf to wait for the big ferry to take us to Horn Island. Horn Island was offering a guided tour of WWII gun emplacements and slit trenches and a museum. All the handiwork of Vanessa over a 27 year period. Horn Island is also where the airport is and a big bird to take us to Cairns, which as the day wore on, beckoned ever so strongly.


And so we waited and waited. Word finally came that the big ferry hadn’t even left and didn’t look like it was ever going to anytime soon. This is Monday and a pile of people need to get to and from TI and Horn island, but hey, who cares? Fortunately the Outback Spirit credit card ruled the day and that Yellow School bus was hired to take us and anyone else who could cram on.


At Horn, Vanessa and her bus finally turned up and took us to a hotel, which also houses her museum. After she fiddled about a bit we were off on our tour. We saw a small beach, we walked around the gun emplacements which she and her husband were restoring (including a huge anti-aircraft gun that was donated), oohed and aahed at the wooden replica of a shell, and then back on the bus to a ... Slit Trench. The excitement never stopped. From there to a site where an aeroplane had crashed with no survivors, and precious little of the plane left either. And so in less than 40 minutes we are back to the hotel at 10 am for morning tea and a visit to the museum. But first a video. And then the museum, and then, you can all just wait here for 2 hours until they take us to lunch at some other hotel, because this one currently doesn’t have a chef due to staff shortages.



Welcome to Horn Island Qld

WWII Antiaircraft pit. Horn Island Qld

WWII Antiaircraft pit. Horn Island Qld

WWII Antiaircraft pit. Horn Island Qld

Aeroplane Bis. Horn Island Qld

WWII Slit Trench. Horn Island Qld

WWII Slit Trench. Horn Island Qld

Squeezing us into her busy tour schedule, Vanessa finally appears and took us to lunch at the other hotel. Lunch was just fine, again pre-ordered at some distant time in the past. But then, wait, you have to watch another film to fill in the two hours until you can be taken to the airport. The film which went for almost that long featured a snippet of Vanessa about 27 years ago, and the funny little fellow from the pearl farm. Talk about 15 seconds of fame. I fell asleep sitting bolt upright in the hard straight backed chair. When it finally finished and Vanessa and Bus turned up again, we were at last taken to the airport. Frankly, the time in the Torres Strait was so much of an anticlimax I was near ready to scream. Fortunately the Qantas plane was on time and before you know it we have been ferried to civilisation and our last night stay at the ShangriLa hotel.



Marina. Cairns Qld

We got our key and walked and walked and walked. The place must have 10,000 rooms. Finally we burst into our room and our jaws dropped. Where’s the bedroom? Where’s the bathroom? And what’s that view out the front from the full width balcony? We had lucked into a luxury suite and it was perfect. As was dinner downstairs later that night, which is where we said our farewells.


Sunset. Cairns Qld


Thursday Island Qld Sunday 14 August 2002

 Thursday Island Qld Sunday 14 August 2002


We departed at 7am from Bamaga, Seisia actually, on a private charter of the ferry, because, like most things here, it doesn’t normally open or work on Sunday.


Departure lounge at Seisia Qld



Free camp. Seisia Qld


 We landed at Thursday Island and boarded a small bus, complete with tour guide. The bags were taken by ute the few hundred metres to the oldest (and possibly the only accommodation) hotel on TI (as its known) the Jardine Hotel. 


That's it. That is Thursday Island Qld
Thursday Island Qld
Thursday Island Qld


They had made a great song-and-dance out of this tour, so here we go. Now, TI is only the size of a large postage stamp, and came into existence in 1867 after the failure of Somerset Bay. It is the centre of Government administration for the Torres Strait Island and houses som 50 Government departments, although it is hard to see where except for a few fairly run-down looking buildings. Anyhow, The Tour. Straight up to the top of the Battery Point Hill, which is the home to the 1892 Fort, built to protect us from those Russians. It still has its three original canon, one of which fired one shot in anger during WWI. The boat bailed up bytes formidable battery turned out to be a ‘friendly’, so it was all OK. Our guide also happens to be the local historian and custodian of this museum, so even though it was Sunday, she opened it up so we could have a look around. We wandered around and looked at the views. Back on the bus we were driven around the foreshore and had the church  and graveyard pointed out. Then we were taken to our hotel where we would have morning tea and some time to explore.



Green Hill Fort, Battery Hill. Thursday Island Qld

Main Street. Thursday Island Qld

Main Street. Thursday Island Qld








Exploring consists of walking the 100 metres to the wharf, another to the shops (closed) and yet one more to the church, open, just. another step took us to the other church, which had just finished a service and all the brightly clad TI’landers were pouring out. We went inside for a look around and then back out across the road to the IGA (Open! but closing at noon)


After lunch we were taken on the local school bus, a bright yellow water taxi) across to Friday Island. Here we were to visit the last existing pearling operation in the islands. Having seen several pearl farms in WA, this was a bit of a let-down. Even the ladies, when let loose in the shop, came away muttering things like, sub-standard, expensive, shoddy looking jewellery, etc. We got the impression that the little man who owns and runs the place and has done for 47 years, was only doing it as a hobby. Mind you, at $135 a head for the tour, or $165 if you wanted lunch, you know where the money comes from.


Sago and Custard Pudding. Japanese cuisine. Friday  Island
Pearl farm. Friday  Island
Pearl Farm. Friday  Island
Best view of Friday Island....

Back on TI we went for a swim in the hotel pool, surprisingly good. And an early dinner and early to bed, we have another 7am start tomorrow.



Tuesday, August 16, 2022

Bamaga - and "The Tip" - Qld Friday 12 Aug 2022 (2 nights)

 Bamaga - and "The Tip" - Qld Friday 12 Aug 2022 (2 nights)


Friday 


Left Moreton by 8am and headed up to Bramwell Junction. This is where you have to decide to either take the Old Telegraph track to Bamaga and run the very high risk of losing everything or at least doing major and very expensive damage, or the safe way, the south section bypass. We went with safe, although the road is so rough in places you wonder how the truck is going to stay in one piece. 


Bramwell Junction. Cape York Qld

Number Plate Tree. Bramwell Junction. Cape York Qld

Decide to walk the Old Telegraph Track? Probably better than driving.
Bramwell Junction. Cape York Qld

We stopped at Camp 84, the site where Kennedy left 3 of his expedition, after one accidentally shot himself, to wait for his return while he and Jacky Jacky made a break for the tip. Only Jacky Jacky, Kennedy’s native guide and tracker, made it to the tip where the good ship Areil was waiting to rescue them. None of the party at Camp 84 were ever seen again. Kennedy was speared by natives 20 miles from his destination, all but two of the other men left at the first camp also perished.


Camp 84 Kennedy expedition, 1848. Cape York Qld


In the clearing at Camp 84 is a wrecked 4x4. An old Holden Frontera. Who knows what it died of or when, but its one of probably 1000’s scattered along the track. I guess you get a lift home the best way you can and leave the vehicle to its fate, which is either being burnt by vandals and/or being stripped for parts. Nearby, hidden in the bush was what I can only assume was a caravan once. The number of vans being flogged up and down these horrible roads is just amazing. And I don't care if they are sold as "off-road", nothing can withstand this constant pounding.


After Camp 84 we stopped at one of the true highlights of any trip to the Cape, Fruit Bat Falls on the Eliot Creek. Eliot Creek is the runoff from a spring further up and is crystal clear and about 24Âș. Its wide and the depth varies on the season, this time of year it was at least a metre and a half to two and a half deep. You can go to the top, above the falls, shallow, lazy flowing part they call the baths or the proper waterfall pool area, which is where we (and many others) went. This is the first place you start to see and notice the amount of traffic, almost everyone a proper 4x4, with quite a few pulling camper-trailers and a surprising number of vans. The road is dirt of course and just a bus width wide. Makes for interesting passing of oncoming traffic. The place is really well set-up with areas for buses, tours, and public. They have change rooms and toilets and shelters with tables, which is where we had lunch. The lunches on the road have all be good, this one was chicken wraps made by the chef at Moreton and were delicious and filling.


Fruit Bat Falls. Cape York Qld

Next you come to the world famous Jardine Crossing. The Jardine river is the largest continuously flowing river in Australia. There is only one crossing point and only one way to get across; by vehicular ferry. At this time of year the river is about 40m wide and the trip takes about 20 seconds. Cost for the tour bus: $280, but what can you do?


Jardine River Crossing. Cape York Qld


Before we go into Bamaga proper, we take a detour toward the airport, created during WWII, where we view the remains of a DC3 that was on its final approach to land but hit the tree tops instead. Sadly, all onboard were killed.


DC3 Wreck 1944. Bamaga Qld


Finally we are at our hotel, the Cape York Peninsular Lodge. I suspect this is the only hotel in town. There are three tours lodged here at the moment. We hit the pool which was just lovely after a long day in a bumpy bus which seems to have developed some problems with its air-conditioning. 


Dinner was superb and the restaurant full, which was nice to see for a change. Refreshments in the form of wine come at a premium though, I look at it as a self regulating system - you can't afford more than two glasses!


Saturday


Early start today - onto the bus at 7:15am, but with good reason - we’re off to the tip! No not the dump, the tip of Australia or to be pedantic, the northern most point of mainland Australia.


It is  about a 45 minute drive from Bamaga to the Pajinka National Park, which is where you park and start your hike. I always thought the tip was a sign post stuck in the beach, but no, its a sign stuck in the rocks at the top of the cliff which drops into the Torres Strait. The climb is a little daunting, climbing over rocks all the way. It has a couple of steep ascents and descents but of you go carefully is reasonably doable. Some of our people dropped out as it got to hard, some didn't bother to start, and sat and waited for our return. Why pay this much money and come all this way if you're not going to buist-a-gut to get to the finish line? Anyhow, Judy surprised me with her steely determination to do this thing despite a dodgy knee and being out of her comfort zone. The least likely bloke in the tour group also stumbled and clawed his way to the tip, and they both have my respect,


But we made it and I have to say it was the buzz I had been looking for the whole trip. A sense of achievement and that the whole thing had been a great big adventure with this as the ultimate goal, Nobody wants to leave. We all duly lined up to pose with the sign, and you take a hundred snaps of the scenery, knowing that this is one place you are unlikely to ever get back to. And then you make the trek back to the bus. It started raining a typical tropical light warm shower, but who cared how long it took? None of us. Back at the bus we had morning tea and sat around admiring Frangipani Beach and getting wet in the rain. Rain, they said it might rain. But its like taking a warm shower knowing that in a few minutes it will stop and you will dry in the ensuing sun and heat.

Start of the climb. The Tip. Cape York, Qld

Frangipani Bay.  The Tip. Cape York, Qld

Looking due north to  The Tip. Cape York, Qld

Your first sighting of the sign that says you've made it
 The Tip. Cape York, Qld

It just has to be done.
 The Tip. Cape York, Qld

Looking back down south from  The Tip. Cape York, Qld

Making the climb back up from  The Tip. Cape York, Qld

Frangipani Bay.  The Tip. Cape York, Qld

Remains of path to the abandoned Resort. The Tip. Cape York, Qld


By now it started to get hot and even more humid and the car park is full to bursting, out into the overflow carpark and the overflow overflow carpark. There would have been at least a hundred 4x4 parked all over the place, and plenty more trying to come in as we squeezed our way out. First rule of the road up here, and in the outback in general - the right of the might - you get out of the way of larger vehicles or you get squashed.


As a bonus, we were also taken to Fly Point, which is where Jacky Jacky was rescued from by the waiting vessel, the good ship Ariel. Just how they got him off the rocks and against that enormous current flowing through Albany Strait is something to think about.



Fly Point. Cape York Qld

Fly Point. Cape York Qld


Then we are taken around to Somerset Bay which is where they tried to establish one of the first settlements in the north of Australia, along similar lines as Victoria Settlement over on the Coburg Peninsular. The Governor in Residence one Frank Jardine who proceeded to have his house built, the jungle between him and the beach cleared and turned into an English tiered garden. There were barracks for the marines and the police and even a group of nuns from London came and setup a mission, to save the ‘savages’.


Everywhere we go we run across "The missionaries" come to save the savages. Somerset Bay, Cape York Qld

Somerset Bay Cape York Qld

It all failed, as they all did, and the place was abandoned. The short story is that Jardine was a rogue who as a public servant, helped himself to whatever he wanted from government stores, labour and equipment. He was finally ousted and sailed away to start again, but when he heard that the settlement had folded, he was able to buy it all back! There is nothing except some sad looking graves on the beach and nothing else. There is no trace of the settlement, the jungle has claimed it all back. The house was where Jardine and family ran their huge cattle station, pearling, transport and trepang empire for many years. It was left derelict for a long time and finally was burnt down by local indigenous people who rose up and exacted a small revenge against the man they claimed was the devil. Certainly history shows that he was a ruthless murderer with perhaps a tally of 150 lives to his name. The locals even had his body exhumed from its grave in Townsville and reburied here, but with the head pointing down, as is the native custom for those that they consider to be devils.


The only relic left is a pair of canon, reputedly salvaged from a Spanish Galleon out on the reef. He admitted to also taking a few serie, Spanish silver coins, but it was also reported that a Jardine ship arrived a few years later in England with the equivalent of half-a-million pounds' worth on board.


The two 'Jardine ' canon, no mention what the third one was .
Somerset Bay, Cape York Qld

On the way back to Bamaga we mad an obligatory stop at the Croc Tent, the only place we saw on the Cape where they actually had souvenirs.



Croc Tent. Bamaga Cape York Qld

We weren't done yet, we had to visit the Punsand resort for an ice-cream, which was nice. Apparently Outback Spirit used to come here, as opposed to the hotel in town, when it was owned by Gary and Sue, the same as the ones out at Lotus Bird Lodge.

The new owners (must be at least 20 years ago) decided they didn't want the tours and cater for the hoards of 4x4 tourists.

Punsand Lodge Bamaga Cape York Qld


I thought it looked familiar - there's a copy of it out at Lotus Bird Lodge